Gene had lost count of how many times the electo had looped. At this point he was a non stop muscle cramp, his entire body was sweating and drool constantly dripped from his gagged mouth. His throat hurt from attempting to scream against the constant assault.
The videographer had gotten all Gene's torment on video, every spasm and scream . The man returned and removed the electro paraphernalia as well as the gag, however the ball gag was replaced with a ring gag. Gene realized he was about to get his ass and throat fucked. He hoped he could rest for a few minutes.
Someone was sticking an ice cold popsicle into his mouth. Wow, he thought, something normal?
Uh uh
Paul had remained on his hands and knees and led to a black cage. A black hood with mouthpiece and six inch breathing hose was placed over his head, there was padding over his ears. His nipples were chained to the sides of the cage, left with very little slack. His wrists were zip tied behind his back leaving him to balance with his knees and feet on the metal bottom of his cage. An electro cup encaged his scrotum, his ankles were also bound to the cage sides. The man had wrapped a rope around his junk, pulled it backwards, then attached the end to the top of the cage. The rope was short so his ass was elevated. All this combined to make Paul lean forward inside the cage. Balance would be near impossible.
The man who hooked Paul up told him he was required to struggle as if in an effort to pull himself free once the video started. Paul though 'shouldn't be a problem'.
Paul loved being tied up and fucked, being helpless and at the mercy of a rough dom was a frequent masturbation fantasy. This was new, especially the solid cage around his balls. He had a good idea what it was but realized he'd find out the reality soon enough.
The videographer began his video of a struggling Paul in the black cage. A man was standing by the cage softly talking as if Paul were a son being punished for a misdeed.
"Such a sweet boy, but you know no body touches you but me. Not like that. I know you got a blow job, baby. I tasted the cum on your dick. So we'll see in an hour or two how obedient you plan to be."
The man pushed the button on a remote control and the electo ball cage shot a devastating electric jolt through the soft balls that rang up his spine. Paul screamed but no sound came out, he was paralyzed. Muffled by the mouthpiece a scream came, the octave higher than he thought he could reach.
"I was thinking about just whipping you and letting you hang in the garage for a couple days but your uncle uses this technique on his boy to amazing results."
The man reached to the hose protruding from the mask and bent the airway shut between his fingers. Paul began his struggle for breath , the man released the tube. After Paul caught his breath the man squashed the tube again. This time another electric bolt shot through the boy. One of the nipple clips pulled loose as his body slashed violently, another moan eked from the caged boy.
"I'll be around to keep your attention focused "
The man left the frame and stood just outside the set.
Paul was breathing heavily, the shocks and air deprivation had him shivering, wondering what would happen next and how soon. He realized that the video will go on for a while, and the best scenes will be of him stiffening as his balls are brutally attacked. He can hold his breath okay, having learned from over anxious doms fucking his throat til he passed out from lack of air. The man returned
"From now on the only time you're allowed to cum will be when I permit you to jack off for me or when I suck it out of you. That ball cage is priceless, don't you think? You react just like I thought. Screaming like the little girly-pussyboi you are. After I'm done here your balls are gonna be SOOO tender, that's when I'll give you your first ball beating. I've been fantasizing about fucking your pussyhole after I cover it with hot wax. Yeah, I think I'll do that too."
During the man's diatribe the electro had surged twice and the air tube had been partly closed by a clothespin. Paul's breathing became labored, he felt spittle gathering in his mouth but he had trouble swallowing it.
He wished he could see something other than just the blackness of the inside of the hood. Something to focus on during this video, however long this goes on for.
Buster lucked out. He was chained to a chain-and- leather sling. His butt had been strapped down too, so his movement was extremely limited. His face was almost as red as the medium sized gag in his mouth. There was a man who had removed the jeweled plug and had replaced it with an inflatable plug, one was in his pussy hole as well. The two plugs inflated to the maximum the cavities would allow. This was uncomfortable, hence the red and strained look on his face. As the plugs were inflated to their limit his groans began.
The man had been talking, though Butch wouldn't be able to recount what was said. His concentration was focused on the organs that were being filled.
"......and next time we won't be so gentle. Just since you have three fuckholes doesn't mean you can act all high and mighty. That's right.....next time I'll do what Wayne talked me out of this time. The next time you diddle yourself I'll cover that pussy nipple with hot wax and fill both pussies with it too. You better be grateful this is all your getting."
A second man began dragging a velvet wand from his neck to his clit. Letting it rest by his clit for emphasis. The man's scolding kept on going despite the growing volume of her moaning.
The plugs were deflated and removed to be replaced by a mass amount of lube outside and inside both of Buster's holes. The man's gloved arms inched his fingers into the cavities. Buster had been fisted before in both holes, but not both at the same time until now. The wand didn't bother him at all. He had been well trained on all things electo.
In a surprisingly short time the man's fist broke into Buster's pussy. The asshole took a little longer to loosen up but in time both holes had been fisted. The fisting continued as the man tag teamed both holes. He began a punching motion as he fisted, uttering profanity as he did.
Buster just wanted that wand to hit his clit, he was sure it would bring him to climax.
At the Academy hands were verboten too. He had other boys happy to get him off, but here he was stymied. Edged to the brink and no way to bring it to a finish. 'Gawd I need to cum'
No one heard him, of course, but the men sensed how he felt, which increased their delight in their continuing to edge the boy.
Lyn and Roger were wrapped from head to toe in silver duct tape. Their assholes and junk were all that was visible. They hung suspended by a harness with a chin strap, it also had a ring on top attached to something which allowed for only their toes to touch the ground.
Vibrators had been placed in their asses and turned on a loop of varying modes of vibration, the boys's scrotums were locked into a frontal ball pillory. Their dicks we're obviously enjoying the activity as both were hard and bobbing as the boys tried to keep balance.
Two men attending Lyn and Roger, each holding a riding crop which they were smacking the pilloried balls with. The boys were making a horrendous noise while hardly being heard. They twisted as the swats landed and their hardons softened but didn't go limp. The hardons were being swatted too. This went on for what seemed like hours to the boys, until they were both steadied so the vibrators could be replaced with two larger ones leaving a flat tail protruding from the assholes. When these were turned on the noise of the vibration was clearly heard. The vibrators were many times more powerful than before and the boys groaned as their prostates were battered. The ball beating continued. The hardons returned and at one point issued small amounts of precum.
"Looks like we might get some milk. You thirsty Willy?"
"Not yet, let's take our time with these two"
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Rhys was by Wiley's bedside, they told him he could wake up any time.
"Damn Wiley. Wake up, man. I need you back. I want to take you home. "
Wiley was opening his eyes, not focusing well. He immediately froze once he was conscious "No. no more. Please. ...."
"Wiley! Hey!! "
Rhys reached for Wiley's hand but it was pulled away as he cowered against the bed rail.
"Babe it's me. You're okay now. I'm back, bro"
Wiley calmed as his focus returned and he saw his boyfriend sitting right next to the bed.
"Rhys. Oh my god, Rhys. You're here. "
Wiley reached to Rhys and grabbed his outstretched hand.
"Oh god Rhys it was awful. I remember a priest or pastor or somebody but then he turned into....."
"Wiley......."
"I couldn't move, and he was so close...god he was so close. His breath smelled so bad I was frozen....."
"Wiley,wait a sec......."
"I saw his face. It was him. It's been him all the time. He had like yellow shit dripping from his hands and his face...."
"WILEY!!!"
Wiley stopped talking, looked his boyfriend and saw how scared Rhys was.
"I talked to a therapist. He thinks he can help. I've been so worried about you Wiles, I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you."Wiley stared at Rhys. He had so much to tell, it was becoming so much clearer now.
"You had like a heart attack or something, they said . They said your heart just stopped. All of a sudden the room was full of people, they made the guy who was with you leave while they tried to make you......"
"Ok. Ok. Rhys. Wait. What guy?"
"I don't know, the nurses said he brought you in and stayed until they made him leave. They put you in a coma so you could sleep. They needed to feed you like through a needle in your arm. When I got here you looked so wasted, man.....I'm mean like wasted away, I barely recognized you ,baby. We gotta get you better. ......Wiley, do you think this has something to do with your father?"
Rhys watched as Wiley's expression sank, his body started shaking
"Wiley?!!...Baby?!....."
Rhys was on his feet, he put his hands on Wiley's cheeks, holding his head, staring into those eyes that looked so harried and red. His pupils disappeared into the top of his eye socket. His eyes all white, Wiley screamed...
"Nurse!! Doctor!!....Somebody help!!!"
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The videographers were circling the boys as they were tortured, mandated to get every angle, every wince, grimace and tear. Charles and Master Wintermen walked the room taking in the videos in progress, signaling occasionally to a cameraman or actor to turn or stop or become rougher.
"These boys will need to recover from this, and it won't be quick. I'd give them a week before filming part two. " Charles was concerned with the ball torture. The intensity and repetition.
"Fuckboy wanted to watch but I said no. I don't know how he'd react if he saw this"
Charles frowned as he looked at his partner. "Fuckboy spends most of the day in front of the camera being fucked These boys will go for only two hours...maybe. I'd think he would enjoy the change of pace. No ripped and tattooed muscle boys."
"Did you know he wants another tattoo?"
Charles was shocked "No.... What this time?"
"Not sure exactly but I saw him scrolling through pictures of tattooed penises"
This made them both chuckle.
"Let's wrap this up in thirty. Get the boys to the washroom and have fuckboy and the kitchen staff help with the aftercare. These kids'll need it"
Five boys lay on the huge bed, each receiving one nature or another of care for their sore parts. A bucket of ice was brought in for continual cooling of the testicles. There were no whip marks or brandings to tend to, but these boys's spirits were clearly suffering. The scenes had simply lasted too long.
The boys weren't new to any of the action that had taken place. It had just gone on too long. Roger knew he should say something but was timid to do so for fear of disappointing his new master. He decided he'd talk to the boys and hear what they had to say about it.
The caregivers left, ice cubes wrapped in cloths were held against the aching scrotums. Besides that all five were tapped out.
"You did great boys. We'll film part two tomorrow " Master Wintermen was flashing a wide grin and held his arms wide. The boys were frozen in place.
The masters palms went up signaling surrender. "Kidding boys, really. You have the rest of the week. If you need more time you'll get it. Doctor Lee will be by tomorrow to check on those jewels you're holding."
He turned and left. Questions had begun plaguing all five. PART TWO??? But now wasn't the time. Now was the time for ice. .
Roger woke, noticing his position hadn't changed from when he closed his eyes. His balls felt numb, but when he tried to turn hot bolts of pain shot through his groin. 'Okay' he thought, 'I don't have to move. This is perfect. I can just stay here like this'.
Looking up Roger saw fuckboy standing just inside the bedroom door.
"Hey" Roger wasn't sure exactly what he should call the boy. "Fuckboy " didn't sound right.
In a shy and soft voice: "I know they said you can rest for as long as you want....and I hope you do. .......I was wondering if it might help if I offered you guys 'sunrise blow jobs'?"
The request was delivered in such an innocent tone that Roger couldn't help but nod his head.
"Great. Who can I start with?"
"I'd know I'd really love it........but my balls.....I don't know...."
Looking at Buster "How about you? Can I shake your tree a little" the question was accompanied by a little giggle.
"Go for it cutie" Buster spread his legs and with one hand laid his vag lips open.
"Yummy" another giggle.
Fuckboy planted his face in Buster's crotch, as he sucked Buster uttered a low moan and arched his back.
As fuckboy ate Buster his little butt was up in the air.
"Can I eat your hole? While you do that?" Gene had woken up to the sight of a pink asshole seeming to be clenching.
"That would be really nice. I can't let you fuck me but my butt is yours for anything else" another giggle and fuckboy returned to Buster's crotch .
Gene's tongue was immediately buried in the cute boys pink hole. He noisily sucked and slurped as fuckboy continued clenching around Gene's tongue.
Buster rose with an intense orgasm. Fuckboy then raised Buster's butt to use his tongue on the second fuck hole.
"Guys, you gotta taste this. Strawberry water is good but whatever this flavor is it's my favorite forever" Gene's mouth returned to fuckboys ass and the slurping continued.
Gene was in his zone. Sucking this hole was the best thing ever. The pressure on his tongue turned him to butter and his dick to wood. His hand found his hardon and he squeezed as hard as he could. He was afraid if he came fuckboy might want to stop.
Buster had an orgasm for the record books. As he finally fell back and relaxed, he felt that tongue sliding across his asshole.
When fuckboy had enough of Buster's ass he flipped to his back and grabbed his knees with his arms. The fuckboy was presenting his asshole for continued sucking. In a short time Gene saw fuckboy stroking his dick. Now all he could think of was sucking that cum out of him and pushing it into his ass to be able to suck it back out. Genes whole body was quivering. He had to admit to himself often that his ideas made him the sickest motherfucker on the planet. He was definitely cool with that.
"Can I have it? Please? "
In response, fuckboy angled his dick upward just in time for Gene to capture the whole dick head in his mouth. He could taste that bleachy liquid and felt as it pulsed into his mouth.
Fuckboy kept ahold and could feel the cum pulsing out, too. Then Gene's tongue flicked the ultra sensitive slit making fuckboy pull his dick away.
Gene spit fuckboys cum into the same boys ass. As he sucked the liquid out he felt the moisture all over his mouth and chin. Gene smiled as he swallowed the recaptured cum. Damn he was a sicko, Gene confirmed with a grin to himself.
Fuckboy looked around to see if anyone else would care for a sunrise blow, but the only candidate was the boy who just ate her ass so incredibly well. Gene was pushed down on his back and within minutes, holding fuckboys head firm to his groin, shot his seed deep into the waiting throat.
Licking his lips with a lascivious grin, fuckboy decided he had concluded his mission.
Fuckboy thanked the boys for the added morning fun then got off the bed and headed to the door. As the cutie walked away Gene watched as a few drops of fuckboys cum ran down his leg having oozed from the pink asshole.
